(Wikipedia: A humidor is any kind of box or room with constant humidity that is used to store cigars, cigarettes, or pipe tobacco. Just so you folks don’t have to look it up.)

This is definitely a “What?” strip. As in, “What kind of thought process arrives at this end?”

Is this in reference to yesterday’s strip, about freshmen in the lake? Now they use bottles for water, instead of a lake? If that’s the case, I can’t even. I mean, the lake thing was just last night, and now everything’s awesome?

Has The Odious Dinkle’s blathering on about himself actually solved the problem of band camp hazing?

Or is this another example of hazing–these girls are forced to drink bottles of water, because hazing? If that’s the case, why isn’t Becky stopping it, if she’s so goldurn concerned?

Sigh. I know the answer. Tom Batiuk saw the word “hydrating” and noticed that both it and “hazing” begin with an “h” and have a couple of vowels in common. But this isn’t a pun, or even amusing in any way. It’s not even a malapropism.

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Yep, back in the GOOD OLD DAYS the band would go weeks on end without water. I remember the old Act I arc where Dinkle was tried for manslaughter after he withheld water from those freshmen who were tied to a goalpost for the weekend. I think Lisa defended him and he got off on a technicality. But seriously though, maybe it’s time for one of his trusted handlers to take BatBrain aside and gently inform him that perhaps it’d be best to just let the band camp gags go. Rerun some old ones (or then again, don’t) but please, if this is the best he has right now maybe he should just stick with gags about Becky’s meddlesome old bag of a mother or Dinkle’s borderline abusive marriage instead. Becky can still have one arm, Dinkle will still be free to cackle, nothing whatsoever would be lost.

Well, now that Lefty and Lucifer have eliminated a decades-long ritual of peer pressure-induced mild bullying, we can move on to questions like why there are hen houses next to the band practice field. I guess that trombone player does have chicken legs…

Why, it seems like only yesterday some of the underclassmen were getting chucked into the lake wearing uniforms, and now today… AMAZING! Bottles of water have eliminated the problem!
The solution was so simple, it eluded all but the most simple-minded cartoonist.

I just wonder if Batiuk imagined the nonsense in this stupid punchline.

“Okay, freshman, now that I’ve stripped you down to your jock strap, you’re going to shove this green olive up your ass and run the length of the football field, with it up your ass, and drop it in the bucket over there without using your hands. If it doesn’t land in that bucket, you have to eat the olive and start over.”
“Wait, John! We’re not doing that anymore! We’re drinking water from bottles now!”
“Oh, okay. Sorry kid. I didn’t get the memo.”

Well at least Trombone McSunglassess is about to initiate a GGBG fourway over there? Probably why the Shining Twins are making sure their throats are well lubricated. Yes I know that’s dirty, but I have to find joy somewhere in this wasteland of humor.

Again we see the Author’s utter mastery of Dada, as he confronts the reader with something that has the sound and appearance of a punch line and yet it is emphatically not. The Reader confused by this upsetting of their expectations is forced to confront the artificial nature of story and their understanding of what is a joke. This will then give them a
Situationist understating that they are victims of the society of the spectacle and move onto revolutionary action – Granted the Author has been at this for almost 50 years but this sort of thing takes time.
Of course it could be he’s a hack.
While Ockham’s razor does suggest the latter. It’s not as interesting to write about.